monster creation

here's what happened:

gala told me that i should check out melbournemaniacs on live journal. i had to check out live journal first, but took her advice. if you're old, live journal is an online community. the kids LOL there.

after lurking on LJ for a month i had vaguely figured out what the hell was going on. i decided to write and see if anyone knew of a movie watching club. cause hey; i like movies. i like people. it's a natural fit! i posted to this effect.

turns out, the answer was effectively no. but there were a bunch of people who thought it was a durn good idear. one in particular now wants to start up a film community with me.

i just hope i'm not fifteen years older than everyone else. ha ha. ha. plunk.

whatever though. i'm still hip. i'm still sexy. i haven't broken my hip in a few months. i guess we'll see what happens! perhaps it will be a liberal sprinkling of fairy dust upon my prematurely codger-like persona.

i hope not.

i was born to be a codger.

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this past week has been painful in a familiar way. i'm now remembering just how much of freelancing is maintaining confidence in the fact that you will get work when you don't actually have any work.

i turned in a first draft of the oil company web stuff a week ago, but have yet to hear back from anyone but the extremely chipper placement company rep. he says "they were mostly positive." the other company i was working for has fallen off the face of the map despite referring to me as "just what the doctor ordered" two weeks ago. i'm hoping they're just busy and have not been eaten by komodo dragons. komodo dragons is a bad way to go.

i also got a lead on this guy who wants me to edit his novel. that would be fine, except he's now sent me two emails saying that he'll "revert to me later."

i really really hope that's some sort of australian slang that i'm just not clear on. if he reverts to me, that means he used to BE me and that means i'm pre-him. so i hope it's slang or something. like "rort." i don't know what the hell a rorting is, but according to the newspaper, this company got one.

a rort sounds like a cross between a snort and a roar. like what you'd get if you stuffed a pig in a bear and positioned them just right so you could kick them both in the nuts with one blow.

a good rorting, that.

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i started writing something for myself today and then got distracted by thinking about who i could sell it to. that was a mistake.

it's a travel article/essay. about ethiopia. specifically about how we got from Gonder to Axum and how much that blew. and how it turned me into a vampire from venus.

i thought i had written about that here in these magical non-pages, but nope. just checked. you probably were unaware until now that i was a vampire from venus. but it's true!

it's kind of a long story which is why i'm writing the essay. i may even finish it!

it was a mistake to look into where i'd sell it as i discovered that most travel magazines pay a whopping $20 or so for articles.

that's almost enough to live on for a week. in ethiopia.

so i guess i'll just write it for myself and see what becomes of it.

oh yeah. my other crossword puzzle got rejected by the new york times. this one directly by Will Shortz! i'd explain why it got rejected but the reasoning is so severe that you'd just scrunch up your face like joe pesci and make me explain again.

and really, who's got the energy? it wasn't perfect. so it goes.

i believe my cruciverbalizing is over.

i'll try rorting instead.